This was just another day for many on the ferry to Penang island. For my mother, it was a long awaited homecoming. While the new ferries offer air-conditioning and comfortable seats, we had fond memories of travelling to the island on the old ones, a sign that much has changed since my mother was here last.
This was my mum's go-to fried radish cake stall, which is now run by a relative of the old hawker. Ordering at such stalls with many regulars is always a chaotic and fun experience.
This was my mum's go-to fried radish cake stall, which is now run by a relative of the old hawker. Ordering at such stalls with many regulars is always a chaotic and fun experience.
Sometimes, the old ways are still the best. This popular nyonya kuih shop keeps the fire of tradition alive in its decades-old kitchen despite finding contemporary success.
This was where my mother used to wait for her school bus after classes. The surrounding areas are now nearly unrecognisable, but the memories remain.
Clan associations and ancestral halls strive to preserve Penang's unique cultural heritage despite rapid modernisation. Whenever we visit Penang, my mother would remind us to drop by the Hainanese association to pay homage to her roots.
Hang Chow Hotel/Restaurant has been run by the same family for over 70 years—a testament to Penang’s many generational businesses. But as newer generations choose different paths, Hang Chow and many others like it will soon disappear, taking with them decades of cultural traditions and heritage.
Not much can surprise my mother when it comes to her hometown, but this hidden gem of a kopitiam managed just that. Decked out with colourful tiles in charming designs, Hang Chow Hotel/Restaurant serves a mix of local and western food, including fluffy, golden brown roasted potatoes that put many new cafes to shame.
My grandfather was a chef during the colonial days, and he used to make puff pastries just like this chicken and mushroom pie. This glorious example was the handiwork of Yaw's Roast and Grill, which has been in business under different names since my mother's school days. Taking a bite of the pie is also taking a stroll down memory lane, of my mother's old haunt and my grandfather's buttery pastries.
Much has changed in Penang since my mother's childhood. Although she is saddened that many things are no longer the same, the beautiful memories she has of her hometown will always remain. Through her nostalgic stories, we had a glimpse of the unique sights and sounds of Penang from many decades ago.
